User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-3474228-20110419174713

Sliscaer takes the flask from Raccla. "Go down to the slave pens and fin out what that idiot son of mine is doing, talking to the slaves! GO!" He takes a swig of grog from the flask and spits out the foul liquid, throwing it at a guard.